To bring it back to rock ‘n roll influences,
when I was writing Neuromancer, I’m pretty sure
I was listening to Springsteen’s Nebraska
& thinking ‘OK, it’s not hotrods, it’s computers’.
WILLIAM GIBSON
horse & info rider blast straight towards boom in terrific slow motion just as faulkner described it smoke & thoughts plume into the atmosphere boom nobodys on the road ahead for miles & behind us solitary wagons quietly disappearing into zeroes & the wagons slip quietly into their long declines horse & info rider now slowly gain speed tracking now approaching boom the sloping grey hills two hours later arrived in boom's wind-blasted future rider dismounts horse & pulls down saddle-pack an empty space where a sundowner's gun might softly hide (the tones all brown & greens like thickets the track not a road following the line of boom built to define tracks in turn the wagons buried sleep in swags the rolling dreams & the grasses that stick to the next day riding past boom that slide into dusk & into dust & terrified platform riders waiting there in half-light boys run from dark corners to grab at silver reins boom horses snort pink jets of steam from twin mechanical nostrils & the info rider melts into the building boom night only to emerge carrying silver sacks his whistle now as boom boy hands back the reins warm & wet from his finger contact & the horsey earth of boom streets the endless boom (& that ride the foggy hollow creek & ditch hiding low- hanging branches boom on (slow rider with yr twin packs of info that just went boom in the moonlight
